Summer Vision

I had a vision this evening while daydreaming as a backseat passenger. The sun had just set below what's the horizon in this valley. That slight grey-blue overcast colored vibrantly painted houses to a shade of dull, while the new spring foliage morphed to its summer green. Though the weather was pleasantly cool, the filtered view transported me to the muggy, summer evenings in July. I'd take a bitterly, cold, winter blizzard any day to the humid, dog days of summer so what could explain this wistful feeling?

Ah! I know. Every summer, the one thing I get excited about are the fireflies. As the temperatures inch up when spring changes over, I walk more slowly through the yard each evening hoping to spot a firefly. And then when I least expect it, I spot a flash out of the corner of my eye. A passing car? No! A firefly! They're here! What better way to while away a summer evening than to play in a grassy field dense with flashing, levitating mini-lanterns that hypnotize you with their seemingly random appearances? I suppose it'd be romantic to spend the evening as such with your lover being that the fireflies are engaging in the annual mating light show. As long as we could both enjoy sharing the moment with those fireflies, I'd be happy with just that.

However, the other vision I had was a photograph I'd like to take. One in which a very young child (like my nephew) is newly introduced to these curious, flying objects and then to capture the moment of curious excitement at the joy of discovering these gentle bugs that light up the evening. His innocent face aglow with joy and fireflies. So let's go spread the joys of fireflies to the uninitiated, while reaquainting ourselves with their silent spectacle with a loved one. There's something special in the quiet moments.

Night Vision

I had a vision the other night as I slept away the witching hours. A dear friend and I were watching movies that he'd brought with him on his Apple notebook. While he sat slightly hunched over at the edge of the brown couch, I lounged into its soft cushions. Incidentally, the couch was located in a sunlit walkway in a mall. Though clearly public, I did not have that sense at all. Halfway through watching the first movie, he asked if we could watch something else as he'd seen this one already. I didn't mind and he happily grabbed something else to pop in.

In the morning, I pondered over my curious behavior since most people would object to not being able to see the ending to a good movie (I no longer recall the movie, but it was a good one which I really haven't seen yet.) It didn't take long for me to understand my subconscious. As long as I'm with those I care for, the activity is inconsequential. His presence and sharing a good time were the important factors hence the public setting did not detract from the experience. And if he's not having a good time (tense posture, wishing to watch something else) then let's change that movie! You may say it was his fault for starting off with a movie he didn't want to rewatch. Eh. Who cares. Essentially, my vision was merely reiterating what I've known for a while, and what people often say about life. It's all about the people around you. So let's go love life, and love the people in your close circles. There's something special even in the mundane.